Drums Along the Mohawk

Wilt thou, Magdelana Borst...

take this man

to thy wedded husband...

to love, comfort, honor and

obey him, and forsaking all others...

keep thee only unto him

so long as ye both shall live?

I will.

Oh!

Wilt thou, Gilbert Martin,

take this woman to thy wedded wife...

to love, comfort

and honor her...

and forsaking all others, keep thee

only unto her so long as ye both shall live?

- I will.

- Let us pray.

O Almighty God, look down upon

and bless these two young people...

as they go forth this day

into the wilderness...

to make for themselves

a new home.

Guide them,

Gracious Father...

protect and keep them through

all the trials and vicissitudes of life...

that they may never cease

to remember this hour...

and this pledge of love which

they have given, one to the other...

in thy sacred sight.

Amen.

And now, in the name

of the Father...

and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost,

I pronounce you man and wife.

What God hath joined together...

let not man put asunder.

Kiss her, my son.

- Lana! Lana, throw it!

- Good-bye.

- God bless you, Gilbert.

- Good-bye, sir.

- Good-bye, son.

Good-bye, Mrs. -

Mother.

- Take good care of her.

Wait till she sees this.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

- That sure was a nice weddin'.

- Wasn't it?

- The cow hitched easy?

- Cow?

- Giddyap.

- Mother, good-bye.

Bye.

- Good-bye.

- Oh, no, my friends.

It's always been like this

since Bible days.

Every generation must make

its own way in one place or another.

- It's the most beautiful country I've ever seen.

- I told you so.

The Mohawk Valley is the prettiest place

in the whole country, for a fact.

Susie.

Gin.

Have one. Just especial,

seeing it's tonight.

- You folks come far?

- Yes. Albany.

- Where?

- Albany!

- Albany.

- Yes.

Been married long?

Oh, not so long.

How long?

Not so long!

I- I thought

that's what you said.

I knew it the minute

I laid eyes on ya.

Honeymooners.

You got it written

all over both of you.

Honeymooners!

To your health, madam, sir.

You planning on settling here

in the valley?

Yes. I have a place at Deerfield.

Deerfield? That's pretty

far out of the way, isn't it?

Yes, but it suits me.

What political party do you folks

up that way belong to?

The American.

Any Tories?

Not that I know of. Why?

Oh, nothing.

I was just wondering.

They say the Indians are going to line up

with the British, but I suppose that's just talk.

Well, good night.

That's a queer one, ain't he?

Too many questions to suit me.

And that patch over his eye-

I bet he lost it trying to see something

that wasn't none of his business.

Good night.

Good night now.

Good night.

You didn't get scared, did you,

at what that fella just said...

about the Tories and the Indians?

I wasn't even thinking

about Indians.

What were you thinking about?

I was just wondering...

if you love me

as much as I love you.

Are there always flies like this?

In the real woods there are.

It must be gonna rain, though,

the way these take hold.

You'll get used to 'em

up here, though.

Lana, we're home now! Look!

I'll get a fire going.

It's just a cabin, but-

Well, I've always thought

it would be nice living in a cabin.

It's so handy to look

after things when it's small.

It seemed so fine to me

because I built it.

I didn't realize it might

look different to a girl...

who'd been raised

in a big house like yours.

Oh, it's all right, Gil.

Beginning this way...

we'll like our things

even better when we get them.

Oh, Lana.

Just wait till I put up the mare and we get

something to eat and feel warmer. We'll-

Things will look different then.

You'd better take those wet things off, Lana.

You'll be sick.

No! Gil! Gil!

Gil! Gil!

Oh, Gil! Gil!

Gil! Gil!

- Get him! Do something!

- Why, Lana, that's only Blue Back.

- He'll murder us! He'll murder us!

- Lana, stop that!

Gil-

I'm sorry, Lana.

I had to do it.

You've gotta get

a hold of yourself.

This is my wife, Blue Back.

She's kind of nervous

and tired out.

We had a long, hard trip

in the rain and everything.

Sure. Much rain.

I guess she didn't expect anybody

to drop in at a time like this.

Me go hunting.

Bring you half deer. Hang outside.

Half deer, huh? Well, that's mighty fine

of you, Blue Back. Thanks.

Sit down. I got some rum outside.

We'll have a drink together.

No. Me go now.

Come back again, maybe.

Sure, any time.

- You're a good friend, Blue Back.

- Sure, fine friends.

Good Christian!

Hallelujah!

Lana.

- I'm going home.

- Home?

I can't stand it!

Mother was right.

I'm no frontier woman.

I had no idea it was like this.

I hate it!

- Lana, what are you saying?

- You had no right to bring me here!

It- It's awful! And that horrible man-

that Indian slipping in here.

Now you're acting crazy again.

Blue Back wouldn't hurt you.

- Why, he's as good a Christian

as you or me, maybe better.

- I don't care!

- I'm going home. I'm going now! Gil!

- No, you're not.

You're gonna stay right here

and do as I say from now on.

You're gonna get over this foolishness

and stop being scared. Do you understand?

Lana, I didn't wanna hit you.

I had to do it.

Lana, look at me.

I love you.

I need you.

I can't live without you now.

You know that.

Yes.

Look, here's Blue Back again, see?

You got a fine woman.

But you young man.

You use this on her.

Lick her good!

Make fine woman.

What are you

thinking about now?

Gil.

What are you thinking about?

Oh, I was just thinking about what this place

is gonna look like couple years from now.

Next summer we can start building a barn,

right on that slope over there.

A hillside barn,

just like I've always wanted.

Then after that, we can start thinking

about building a decent house.

I like our house

just as it is now.

Oh, sure. But I always remember

how you ladies hanker after frame houses.

Well, I suppose the place will look so beautiful

you won't care what your wife looks like.

I can get blisters all over my hands,

and my nose peeled...

and that's the thanks

I get for it.

Let's see some of those blisters

you're talking so big about.

No! No, never mind! Leave me alone.

Let it go.

Why, Lana, your hand is sore.

- Maybe you oughtn't come out here like this.

- I want to.

I know, but haying's hard work.

It's about the hardest work there is.

It's... no job for a woman.

Oh, now, there you go.

Just because a woman is raised

in a town, she has to be frail.

I'm not. I'm strong. You said yourself

you couldn't have done without me.

- I sure married myself some good hired help.

- No, no! Now stop.

Stop it yourself.

Do you like me as much

as you do your old farm?

- Good morning, ladies.

- Hello, Gil.

- Hello.

- Good morning, Gil.

- Hello, Gil! Good morning, Lana!

- Good morning.

Joe.

Mighty pretty.

- Oh, General Herkimer.

- Hello, Martin.

This is my wife, Lana.

Ja. Ja. Hbsch.

She's as pretty

as the near side of a peach.

Maybe prettier.

- Reall.

- And, Lana, this is Mrs. Weaver and her husband.

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